Freezer Burnt Lyrics
| Song | Freezer Burnt |
| Artist | Broken Hope |
| Album | Repulsive Conception |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stanek, Wagner | |
| Intensly gelid, shivering uncontrollably in a frozen hell, | |
| As the meatlocker cold chills me to the core | |
| Locked inside an icy room, among rows of hanging meat | |
| Beef slabs on chrome metal hooks offer no warmth at all | |
| My gooseflesh skin begins to cake with frost | |
| Inhaling algid thinning air into my icy lungs | |
| I scream for help, my breath turns to snow | |
| No one hears me in these soundproof surroundings | |
| As I pound my hands against glacial steel walls | |
| My palm flesh instantly sticks to the frozen metal | |
| The extreme freeze bonds me into the wall | |
| I pull away, tearing off my skin in gruesome, panging strips | |
| Now scorching, bloody pain in joined with the cold | |
| This hurtful infridgate situation becomes inhumanly unbearable | |
| I long for heat in any type of form | |
| For flames | |
| I would give my soul | |
| To be free of this frozen doom | |
| It is my only concern, my wish, my hope | |
| The deadly cold encloses and shrouds | |
| As my desperate cries go unheard - go unheard | |
| Fingers, toes, and limbs become rigidly numb | |
| My blood slows to a cool, congealed flow | |
| Inside this giant ice-chest, the cold nips and bites | |
| The inclement conditions are no less than arctic | |
| My entire body involuntarily curls as frostbite consumes | |
| Frosty clumps of hair fall out and shatter to the floor | |
| My scalp and face crack from the sub-arctic cold | |
| Countless pieces of flesh brake off like broken eggshells | |
| A plunging cold so brutal it actually burns | |
| My lips, nose, and ears crackle, snap and bust | |
| The digits on my hand - frozen | |
| Skin turns dark blue | |
| And purple as blood vessels chill | |
| I bang my wintered arms together to induce circulation | |
| My efforts split and fracture my frosted flesh, frozen into frigid claws | |
| Blood streams from the cuts immediately turning to crimson rime | |
| The |
| zuo ci : Stanek, Wagner | |
| Intensly gelid, shivering uncontrollably in a frozen hell, | |
| As the meatlocker cold chills me to the core | |
| Locked inside an icy room, among rows of hanging meat | |
| Beef slabs on chrome metal hooks offer no warmth at all | |
| My gooseflesh skin begins to cake with frost | |
| Inhaling algid thinning air into my icy lungs | |
| I scream for help, my breath turns to snow | |
| No one hears me in these soundproof surroundings | |
| As I pound my hands against glacial steel walls | |
| My palm flesh instantly sticks to the frozen metal | |
| The extreme freeze bonds me into the wall | |
| I pull away, tearing off my skin in gruesome, panging strips | |
| Now scorching, bloody pain in joined with the cold | |
| This hurtful infridgate situation becomes inhumanly unbearable | |
| I long for heat in any type of form | |
| For flames | |
| I would give my soul | |
| To be free of this frozen doom | |
| It is my only concern, my wish, my hope | |
| The deadly cold encloses and shrouds | |
| As my desperate cries go unheard go unheard | |
| Fingers, toes, and limbs become rigidly numb | |
| My blood slows to a cool, congealed flow | |
| Inside this giant icechest, the cold nips and bites | |
| The inclement conditions are no less than arctic | |
| My entire body involuntarily curls as frostbite consumes | |
| Frosty clumps of hair fall out and shatter to the floor | |
| My scalp and face crack from the subarctic cold | |
| Countless pieces of flesh brake off like broken eggshells | |
| A plunging cold so brutal it actually burns | |
| My lips, nose, and ears crackle, snap and bust | |
| The digits on my hand frozen | |
| Skin turns dark blue | |
| And purple as blood vessels chill | |
| I bang my wintered arms together to induce circulation | |
| My efforts split and fracture my frosted flesh, frozen into frigid claws | |
| Blood streams from the cuts immediately turning to crimson rime | |
| The |
| zuò cí : Stanek, Wagner | |
| Intensly gelid, shivering uncontrollably in a frozen hell, | |
| As the meatlocker cold chills me to the core | |
| Locked inside an icy room, among rows of hanging meat | |
| Beef slabs on chrome metal hooks offer no warmth at all | |
| My gooseflesh skin begins to cake with frost | |
| Inhaling algid thinning air into my icy lungs | |
| I scream for help, my breath turns to snow | |
| No one hears me in these soundproof surroundings | |
| As I pound my hands against glacial steel walls | |
| My palm flesh instantly sticks to the frozen metal | |
| The extreme freeze bonds me into the wall | |
| I pull away, tearing off my skin in gruesome, panging strips | |
| Now scorching, bloody pain in joined with the cold | |
| This hurtful infridgate situation becomes inhumanly unbearable | |
| I long for heat in any type of form | |
| For flames | |
| I would give my soul | |
| To be free of this frozen doom | |
| It is my only concern, my wish, my hope | |
| The deadly cold encloses and shrouds | |
| As my desperate cries go unheard go unheard | |
| Fingers, toes, and limbs become rigidly numb | |
| My blood slows to a cool, congealed flow | |
| Inside this giant icechest, the cold nips and bites | |
| The inclement conditions are no less than arctic | |
| My entire body involuntarily curls as frostbite consumes | |
| Frosty clumps of hair fall out and shatter to the floor | |
| My scalp and face crack from the subarctic cold | |
| Countless pieces of flesh brake off like broken eggshells | |
| A plunging cold so brutal it actually burns | |
| My lips, nose, and ears crackle, snap and bust | |
| The digits on my hand frozen | |
| Skin turns dark blue | |
| And purple as blood vessels chill | |
| I bang my wintered arms together to induce circulation | |
| My efforts split and fracture my frosted flesh, frozen into frigid claws | |
| Blood streams from the cuts immediately turning to crimson rime | |
| The |
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